* @Strength takes the necklace and shows it to Beta. "This is the only clue that I was given to discover Leads from the Front linenage. This is an old from that is not used much anymore. With it and Lord Falcon's aid. We have discovered it."
* Elizabeta nods her head once looking at the Glyphs. She allows her gaze to flicker over to Tanner, but keeps her features neutral.
* Tanner nods as he looks to Strenght listening to him
<@Strength> Your name is Sergei Taravich, only son of Petyr Taravarch, a Philodox, and Maria Albrecht, his mate.  You are of a rare and powerful, noble bloodline.  A cousin to King Albrecht."
* Elizabeta takes in a soft, but audible breath as his lineage is revealed. Her gaze trained up at the side of Strength's face.
* Tanner listens as Strength reveals this information.. as he listens his face is trying to remain stotic and calm but the tears drip down his face some.. as a question that haunted his life was finally answered..
<@Strength> It is a sad tale, I know how your parents came to their end, and it is for this reason I suggest you do not speak you name outside of the tribe here.
<Tanner> Black Sprial Dancers..
<Tanner> The Balefyre..
* @Strength nods. "Shall I tell you the story?"
<Tanner> "Y.. yes please"
* Elizabeta stands then and moves over to Tanner. Reaching out without a word and just taking his hand in both of hers. Holding it tight.
<Tanner> :he
<Tanner> :he takes her hand allowing her to hold his as he squeezes into her out as he watches and listens to the elder speak..  his entire focus is on this man and what he's about to tell him:
<@Strength> Your Father, had a brother, an Ahroun of the tribe.  A powerful and noble warrior, who hungered for more, power, success, victories.  Eveything that life had too offer, it was never enough.
<Tanner> ::he listens as he learns of an uncle:
<@Strength> That was the chink in his armor.  That was how he was tempted by the wrym.  He did many vile things in secret, each in hopes to placate the Wrym and gain its favor.  Then the Wyrm offered him its power, he chose to serve the Urge of Glutony, and in a great sacrifice, he killed your parents, feeding them to his patron.
* Tanner listens ASCII rage that was almost non-existent spikes as he listens more his eyes become intense as he watches his album listening
<Tanner> (listens as he's rage
* Elizabeta just tightens her grip on Tanner's hand, stepping a bit closer. If ever she had the need to keep an Ahroun calm, this is her moment.
<@Strength> You were saved by the lowest of your house servants, a Metis ragabash, who stole you away and hid you that night.  It cost them their life.  And your uncle, descened into the madness of the Laybrinth.
<Tanner> :: this story on his Moon is enough the air explosion of Rage goes off as Tanner uses nothing but the power of his will to suppres it as he listens:
<Tanner> Strength of the ancestors Rhya.  Permission to excuse myself to get a safe distance
* @Strength looks at Tanner and narrows his eyes. "Beta, behind me. Go, boy, quickly."
* Elizabeta releases his hand, and moves to Strength as ordered.
<Tanner> :he stands a
<Tanner> : as he moves away it's quick as he can run shifting to lupus to run faster
* @Strength looks at his daughter and frowns. "I am sorry, Beta. He must know."
* Elizabeta nods to Strength just slipping down to her knees and hugging herself to him. "I know. I should have used more forethought. He is Ahroun, of course he is going to react."
* @Strength gently hugs her and nods. "This has been his weight to bear, and it does not get any better for him." He scents her gently and nods. "Did you manage to speak with your sister?"
<Elizabeta> "I.. had no idea this was happening today, so I did not treat it as a priority." she frowns. "I will, I promise."
* @Strength nods to her. "I understand. Let us rest here, he will return to learn the rest and we will speak of them."
* Elizabeta looks at the pendant, running her fingers over the glyphs. "I wonder if they knew my parents."
<@Strength> I would imagine so, Beta.
<Tanner> :there is no tattered clothing from Tanner's shift:
* Elizabeta just slides into Strength's lap, laying her head against his chest and relaxes. Her only real experience with Rage is from Strength, who handles it in an entirely different manner.
<Tanner> : Tanner returns he has already straightened out the suit and cleared out any of the wrinkles from his run shift and subsequent frenzy away from his elder and beta: "forgive me strength of the ancestors Rhya.. I am still working to control my rage better" : he bow
<Tanner> Bows deeply as he approaches getting back on his knees
* @Strength nods to him and gestures for his to sit back down. "It is a struggle you will have all your life, Leads from the Front. Are you ready to continue?"
* Elizabeta just gives Tanner a soft smile, but for the rest, she decides to stay in Strength's lap.
<Tanner> I am
<Tanner> : he takes his seat watching his elder as beta would see a mistake in wearing a suit as the bottom button in his suit is done up:
<@Strength> I know the identity of the Dancer that emerged from for the Labrynth.  He cralled out of the pit and spat out the words.  "Burn the World!"
<Tanner> :Tanner listens and nods.. listening to what was said..: He was there.  At the raising of the Caern.
<@Strength> He has plagued this sept, and the Legend's sept before this, Leads from the Front.  This is why I recommend you keep this information silent.
<Tanner> And if he learned of me.. he would come.. a fight no doubt one day I will have to fight